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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 5:15 pm
Devin found, however, that he could not throw the grenades far enough to actually hit the opponents; they were a good 250 meters away, out of grenade range, and really not very close for rifle fire. The problem was there were a lot of them.
The room that was being opened was very wide, very expansive, and rather square. Balconies ran around the top half; there were painted words and lines across the floor forming pathways, but the words were illegible in most instances. A few nearby ones said "Stop" and "Strut A Here" and "M1A1 Parking," but nothing to indicate what it was for. Three other large doors like the one they were entering from were around the floor. Most of the opposition was occupying the balconies; a few were closer to a room on the balconies surrounded by tinted glass that looked like an observation room. If one payed special attention, one could see there were in fact several someones in there. There were several much smaller doors on the balconies and no stairs to get up to the balconies; this seemed like an inopportune way to get in, didn't it?
On the floor itself there were a lot of vehicles parked, and although there were some enemy personnel down there, most were as was mentioned up on the balconies. No one apparently was qualified to operate the vehicles; this was fortuitous, since there were several tanks, M1A1 Abrams to be specific. Some of the enemies were, however, going for the machine guns on top of the tanks.
The nearest most effective bit of concealment was an old World War II era half-track with a cloth cover on the back; not enough to stop .50 cal rounds, but enough to make them a lot harder to hit since they wouldn't be visible. It would, however, leave the other side exposed. No two vehicles within even vaguely safe running distance were sandwiched together close enough to be cover from both sides.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 7:16 pm
Lito looked back and forth. "What the hell are we supposed to do?" he called, since silence was apparently not needed. He continued to fire on the grenade folks, since he couldn't hit the ones in the hangar.
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 9:46 pm
"Get under it!" Paul yelled. "Let's go!" He started fleeing for the half-track's tracks; they'd make fine cover from both sides, it was true.
Wed April 18, 2012
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Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 9:50 pm
Lito was right behind him; he sprayed behind and on either side with his SMG.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 12:32 pm
Jack ran full speed and slid under the half-track's tracks. He picked up his MP5SD3 with one arm and nestled it under his armpit, ready to fire.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:27 pm
Devin followed next, head down.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 2:43 pm
No one got hit on the way to the half-track, miraculously. Once there, though, they discovered they were still in trouble. The tracks were preventing bullets from hitting them so far, but it wouldn't last forever, and their enemies were probably closing in on them, and fast.
The next piece of decent cover was twenty meters away and consisted of two APCs parked very close to each other. They'd work wonderfully, if only they could be reached. But as it stood, there wasn't any way -
One of the suited up men pulled a smoke grenade from his vest, pulled the pin, and hurled it out into the room. "That'll give us a lot of smoke," he murmured and began waiting for it to finish going. "Who's first? We've gotta get up to the command room!" he added. There was no clear way to do that, other than to get close. Presumably that was what he wanted. There was a lot of cover spread between those two points, but it was a ways yet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 3:28 pm
Lito decided he would be the first to go. He reloaded quickly, slung his MP5 on his back, and readied his .45. He crawled halfway out, swept, then came all the way out and sprinted through the smoke for the APCs.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 11:30 am
Again they sprinted through the smoke, all of them somehow making it through a hail of bullets. They reached the APCs, but discovered they were really no closer to their goal. There was no ladder up to the control room, and the walls didn't look climbable. Paul grunted. "I don't know which door we can go out of," he told them. They appeared to have three options as far as large doors went. One was directly underneath the control room, but the doors that accessed the catwalks above them had no doorways on the same side of the room as the control tower.
"Which way? Your guess is as good as mine!" Paul shouted, popping out from cover to take a few shots. Someone shouted and fell from the catwalks, in front of the door under the control tower. Lito remembered - he hadn't seen the uniforms clearly yet...
Wed April 18, 2012
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 2:17 pm
"Let's go straight through!" Lito shouted. "Easier to make it!" He began to make a dash for the door in front of which the man had fallen, sweeping with his .45 as he neared the body. He glanced at the uniform as he went by and saw...
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 5:55 pm
Devin swore and followed, laying down suppressive fire with his pistol wherever he could.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:11 pm
They started sprinting, weaving between vehicles to keep safe, but it was a long ways to go; on the other hand, it was a long ways to go in either of the directions they hadn't taken.
Halfway there, Raul took a bullet through the skull and dropped like a stone. Paul swore but didn't stop; not even a man down comment. Everyone had seen that.
As Lito passed the soldier, he recognized... no, didn't recognize that uniform, but those were definitely Cyrillic characters. As Jack passed, he would probably catch two phrases: "Spetznaz" and "Special Division".
When they reached the passage, they came around the edges of the open door. Paul slammed buttons and the door started closing, but there were people running for the door. "You three, hold them off. I'll move up with the others," Paul commanded quickly, then glanced around. No staircase. Just doors. Well, better than before; at least they'd have some warning when they encountered an enemy. The doors, too, were marked in Cyrillic; they read incomprehensible things, like "Blasting Chamber A" and "B" and such. "Practice Field," "Authorized Personnel Only," "Observation Level." Which one would lead them to their destination?
Wed April 18, 2012
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:16 pm
"Anywhere we might find officers or a rifle for me?" Devin asked.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:30 pm
Paul gritted his teeth. "You just missed your opportunity, it's back there with that body. We'll snatch something for you on the way in." Officers was a good idea, though. "As for officers... I don't know where they'd be, I can't read Russian. Dad could, if only he were here," Paul grunted in frustration. The three in assault outfit were firing into the room they had left; the door was maybe three-quarters closed, but the chargers were forced to advance a little more slowly.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:37 pm
Lito nodded and began to fire into the doorway, trying to keep the men back until the door closed.
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